During one of those annual health screening thingys, I once told the nurse who drew my blood that I came from a long line of folks with hypertension and suspected that I was in for it too.

It seems that Emotional Freedom Techniques (EFT) finds you when you need it and sticks with you once you observe its permanent effects on your life. That's been my experience anyway.

The inner critic, that harsh voice born from our ego, contributes elaborative chatter in our minds propelled by hyper awareness. It’s creative and descriptive. And that's the good news it offers: that level of awareness and creativity can shapeshift into a different narrative—one free from judgment.

Decisions and consequences sew together the fabric of our lives. We decide how we'll judge the decisions we've made and how acceptable (or not) the consequences are. We quilt together story (thoughts), meaning (emotions), and consequences (behaviors).

I can get pretty excitable and activated by the hullabaloo of holiday shenanigans—shopping, gifts, sales, others' expectations, divisive conversations—even though I am not sure I resonate with some of the holidays' origins.

I've had a "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters" ear-worm for days now ... or maybe it's been years, really. Thank you, Sir Elton John! And, thank you to my old boss man, Craig.

Don’t force it. This is the advice that my paternal grandfather seemed to apply to nearly every situation with equal weight and effect.

Last Sunday, I had the pleasure of host 25 women at a mini journal workshop preview party. I wanted to thank these women for walking with me through my studies, encouraging me to keep going, and loving me every step of the way.

Sometimes I think the Universe leaves breadcrumbs—if I’m paying attention.

In the midst of political mud-slinging, news of violence, and bombardment of hate language, one woman, Sarah Bigler, took time to spread the word of kindness. She slowed down and took the time to witness and see patience, tolerance, and kindness in action.

For as long as I can remember, I seek guidance from external sources. And if I’m really honest, it goes beyond guidance. I look to others to tell me what I should do. I waffle, obfuscate, and surrender to others who I believe know better than me.

In a women’s recovery group I attend twice monthly, we share where we’re at and support each other to focus on a solution. We help one another live healthier lives—spiritually, mentally, emotionally—one day at a time.